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downfvll - child's play lyrics

[verse 1: mercyk!ll]
ayy, i ain’t wastin’ time
hit ’em right in their vital spots, and when i spit, i’m going stupid, going dummy, michael scott
i’m gettin’ better, b+tch, and i won’t ever let that stop
oh, that’s your ho, huh? you know she like me quite a lot (she like me quite a lot)

[chorus: mercyk!ll]
we on a blind date, i know she want it, she can’t lie
i can see it in her eyes, i know that funny looking smile
to me, it’s child’s play (child’s play), ’cause i’m like chucky, i can’t die
yeah, she fine, but if you ask me, she even better from behind

[verse 2: downfvll]
and i prеss the b+tton, i got ’em on a chair, b+tch, i’m a f+cking genеrator
i’ll burn it all, ain’t a single memory that will not end up incinerated
blow the whistle, i’m gettin’ back on track like i’m part of the vindicators
i got ’em all, i’m like kira, this is a plan that i orchestrated, okay

[bridge: downfvll]
now i’ll ask a final time to get the picture
to me, this music sh+t, it’s about getting richer
i feel like jules ’cause you gon’ die if i quote the scriptures
i got my jewels on me, on every single finger

[verse 3: downfvll]
so many things that i want, on minimum wage, i could never afford ’em all (yeah)
i want the clothes, the ice, the kicks, well, maybe i should just buy the mall (yeah)
done with the pills, i threw ’em away, now i’m getting high on cortisol (yeah)
f+ck what you think? i couldn’t give a sh+t, yeah, b+tch, you right, i’m a know+it+all (yeah)
[pre+chorus: mercyk!ll]
whoa, whoa, ayy, ayy, ayy
go ‘head, fess up, you know you don’t want to test us
got big gl!cks hanging, press the pump if you think you can press up
i don’t give a f+ck, i pop the fuse in your compressor
no, i don’t wanna talk, i get the blade and cut yo’ retinas

[verse 4: mercyk!ll]
homie, i’m a sh+t talker
i’m pistol grippin’, swinging blades, i pull .223 out my safe, put 2+3 inside your face
i’m gettin’ big dollars, i’ll rearrange you motherf+ckers
when i pull up in the range, i stay f+cked up; what you gon’ say?
i’m dropping bodies in the lobby, sloppy, can’t n0body stop me
rocking gold all on my body, red dot glow, but you ain’t saw me
i’ma pull up with a vest
it don’t hurt to double check a b+tch, like, hol’ up, where the check?
i’ma need that for the f+ckin’ pest

[pre+chorus: mercyk!ll]
ayy, go ‘head, fess up, you know you don’t want to test us
got big gl!cks hanging, press the pump if you think you can press up
i don’t give a f+ck, i pop the fuse in your compressor
no (hahaha), i don’t wanna talk, i get the blade and cut yo’+ (hahaha)

- downfvll lyrics

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